Beautiful poem by James Allen

[captainamerica]

You will be what you will to be; 
Let failure find its false content 
In that poor word, “environment,” 
But spirit scorns it, and is free. 
It masters time, it conquers space; 
It cows that boastful trickster, Chance, 
And bids the tyrant Circumstance 
Uncrown, and fill a servant's place. 
The human Will, that force unseen, 
The offspring of deathless Soul, 
Can hew a way to any goal, 
Though walls of granite intervene. 
Be not impatient in delay, 
But wait as one who understands; 
When spirit rises and commands, 
The gods are ready to obey.